The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 686 Ch.685 Classical Temperament
Someone has somehow bewitched John Anchel, and through a ritual has invited a siren to come…

Maybe a snack?
then.

It has become what it is now.

Roland didn't think this parasitic species was that scary, except for one thing.

The status of the Anchers.

as well as.

Old Mr. Ancher said:

All the servants in the house had heard the 'music'.

what does that mean.

Xiandel watched Roland silently, seeing his lover staring at the empty wall in a daze for a while, then letting go of the boy with the broken arm and slowly standing up.

"You know the answer, don't you?"

The girl suppressed her excitement.

"Are they all going to die?"

This time, Roland didn't have to invite the parents downstairs and talk to their son away from their parents.

He was vague, only saying that it was a kind of 'monster' that would parasitize in people's ears and make them 'crazy' - a 'crazy' that was difficult to get rid of.

In short: addiction.

"Like alcoholism?"

Old Anchel asked.

“Maybe even more.”

So, now there is only one question that needs to be answered: how did the servant and the parents become "parasitized"?

Pearl will not open the door on her own.

unless…

Someone put one in their ears at night while they were sleeping.

"Who is it? Mr. John Ancher, can you tell me?"

The boy, who had been helped up by his mother early on, leaned against the head of the bed, with his mother considerately placing a velvet blanket on his legs.

"...I just want them to see how happy I am."

"Damn it! Are you crazy! Did you know this thing is alive?! How dare you say that to your parents—"

Despite his father's roar, the son had an indescribable fanaticism on his face.

He was calm, yet mad.

"When you see how happy it makes you, as I do, you won't dare to talk like that again. You never seem to think I can do anything good? Is this a good thing, or a big thing? You know how wonderful it is, don't you?"

John Anchel spoke faster and faster, with an unnatural blush on his face.

"It makes us happier than being drunk, happier than having a woman! Is there any harm in this thing? No. It just makes us happy and allows us to experience the wonderful feeling that no one has ever experienced before—"

After hearing what her son said, even as a mother, she couldn't agree with him against her will.

She has always felt uneasy ever since she saw the 'pearls' in John's ears.

seem…

Something was clicking in her ears.

"Fuck happiness! Listen, from today on, I won't allow you to have contact with those questionable people! Until you are cured, you stay in your room and don't go out at all!"

"If you don't correct yourself, you'll be 'happy' in your house forever!"

Old Anchel pointed at his son and cursed him with some obscenities that embarrassed his wife.

Then he begged Roland to get rid of this "fucking happiness" for his son.

——At the same time, he also asked Roland to help him, his wife, and the servants in the house.

He hasn't figured out the seriousness of the matter yet.

"Actually, sir, I can't help your child."

"what?"

"Perhaps you, your wife, and the servants will make it in time. But I think John Ancher...is too late."

"What do you mean?"

"This monster will burrow deep into a person's brain... I think you should be aware of the consequences of forcibly pulling it out, right?"

Roland's words made Anchel feel numb all over.

Like his wife, he now seemed to feel the existence of the crackling in his ears. ——Mortals can hardly understand the power of "aliens".

Like the couple, they originally thought it was just a rare creature similar to the 'tidal conch'.

Like ringworm.

It can be easily removed with the help of a doctor and some tricks.

His son was crazy, but at least he didn't cause any "big trouble" - Mr. Ancher, who usually scolded his son, didn't take the matter too seriously.

Compared to the 'unclear' spells that would attract man-eating monsters, what's the big deal about a 'small orchestra' in the ear?

It's just an undiscovered 'snail'...that's all.

Until he finished listening to Roland's description.

"Quick! As soon as possible!"

He no longer looked at his son, but took hold of his wife's wrist and eagerly pushed her into Cinder's arms.

That's not polite.

But he couldn't care less.

"Please! Heal my wife! Heal her first, and then me, servants!"

He wiped the beard on his face, which became smoother and smoother with sweat.

Now that things have come to this, the first thing to do is to save those who can still be saved.

"No matter how much I pay, Mr. Collins, the two knives are yours. In addition to the Ancher family's savings, my father's paintings and poetry collections!"

“I kind of want to applaud.”
-
indeed.

"I have met so many people, but this one is one of the few who is decisive enough and has the ability to control his greed."

Of course Roland was happy to help.

But first we need to see how "sick" John Anchel is.

He asked old Anchel to order the servants to tie John to the bed and hold down his head.

Next, place an oil lamp close to his ear.

When the firelight illuminated the young man's narrow and long ear canal, everyone on Roland's side gasped.

Including Mrs. Anchel, whose eyes were filled with despair.

As Pearl was 'forced back' by the hair, in the firelight...

Roland saw more pearls.

They were like the most beautiful herpes, crowded together, densely packed, and of different sizes, shining with a strange luster in John Anchel's ears.

He was stuffed.

No matter how much sympathy you have for someone, you cannot comfort them by saying that the symptoms have not grown into their brains.

John Ancher…

Hopeless.

“But we still have it.”

At this moment, old Anchel finally made up his mind.

"gentlemen."

He said.

"But we still have it. No matter what the cost, sir... No, there is no need to worry about him anymore..."

"How can you talk like that?! That's our son! Anchel, my husband—"

The wife's shrill voice could no longer elicit any response from her husband.

"He's crazy and dead."

Old Anchel answered this with as cold an indifference as if he were treating a stray dog, and almost no longer paid attention to the child with a frenzied expression on the bed.

"He is dead, dear. Not only is he dead, but he also foolishly created an enormous disaster that caused me, you, and all the servants who took care of us to go to hell together - now, he is dead, so I will let him go."

Old Anchel slowly turned his head, like a lion baring its fangs, ready to roar and pounce.

"If he is not sure to die, then I will strangle him with my own hands."

"We allowed our son to be a jerk. It was our stupidity. Now, the consequences have come."

A gray-haired girl with her chin in her hand and a faint smile on her face was quietly enjoying the drama outside the stage.

(End of this chapter)